Letter from a Dead Planet

Dear Lady Earth, Do you see me? I float not far from you in this scarred, bloodshot flesh. I miss the soft feet of fauna and veined roots tucked in me. I remember how they flowed inside secretly then erupted in dangling colored buds.

I remember every love story – the bad ones too. I was watered by tears, but I was nourished. And don't we all know how growth sometimes stems from pain? And I had always been told, “New life arises from death.” But I am still waiting.

What a festival it was to have them all here. But they forsook me and themselves, and I have not fared well since. I hope your friends are careful with you. They seem to have named me after their god of war.